I live in a pretty rural town, by most people's standards. The grocery store here flooded one too many times, and finally closed a couple years ago. So I drive a few towns over to do my grocery getting. It's only slightly larger than the town I live in (meaning they actually have a stop light), but still have more stores that supply food for livestock that for people. Anyway, this is the place where most of the county does their food buying, so you're pretty much guaranteed to run into someone you know, whether you want to or not. As I learned today, you're also guaranteed that, even if you've never met them before, they're going to treat you like they've known you their whole life.
Today was no exception. I was approached by a woman in the soap aisle who had a thousand questions about adoption. The first question is always "Is he adopted, or is he yours?" Well, the answer to both of those questions is, "YES." But this woman was so amazingly sweet, and I quickly remembered back to a time when I was asking people questions like that, and instantly forgave her for the oversight. By the time we were done chatting, I knew her home address, in case I was interested in coming to look at the house she's pondering selling soon, and she had my phone number in case she had more questions about adoption. THAT is (one of the reasons) why I love Vermont. I would never in a million years go to any other corner of the world an exchange personal info about my home address, where my kids go to school, and where I grew up with ANYONE. But here, we take leaps of faith that the people who seem sincere, and kind, actually are. And I love that about where I live.
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